NIGHTMARE DUST

It was almost twenty-four hours when Gong Zhaohui finally invited them to his residence. It was still early in the morning, but today, the sky was quite clear, unlike yesterday. There were no clouds, and it looked like a light blue dome hanging over the First Peak when the sky was this clear.

It wasn't just Yu Ming and Wu Jingguo who were invited by the old demon. Even Xue Mingyu and Hao also went to see the old demon, and the five people looked like they were having an important meeting at the square table inside the old demon's residence.

"I have found out more information about the silver scale," said Gong Zhaohui, breaking the silence in the room.

On the table was a black cloth, and on top of it was a small amount silver dust. All pairs of eyes were glued to the silver dust as the old man began to explain.